AUTHOR'S NOTE = Set 6 months after the war and Severus and Hermione have a one night stand a month before she is set to take her NEWT exams. This causes a scandal throughout the Wizarding World and affects both of them in different ways. Minerva later needs Hermione's help in returning Hogwarts to its former glory, but the young witches' ideas are simply too different. It's a story of life after devastation and what I hope is a realistic way of representing a possible SSHG relationship. They seem OOC in some parts of Ch 1 but please remember that this is because they are drunk.
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There are lemons in this chapter, be warned.
"'Mione! Hey, 'Mione, we're over here!"
Hermione looked up as she passed the bar and saw Ron's distinctive red hair hovering above the crowd. He had gotten even taller since the last time she saw him. She walked closer and saw the large table with her friends and a couple of Order members at it.
"Hey 'Mione, I thought you said you'd only be a few minutes late?" Harry said from behind a large pint glass.
"I was studying and lost track of time. I'm sorry, but I'm here now and the next round's on me."
A chorus of here-here's sounded around the table and a smile graced her lips as she glanced at all the glasses. There was mostly butter-beers and fire whiskeys apart from two. There was a glass of a dark liquid, that Hermione would have said was coke if she wasn't in a wizarding bar, in front of both Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall. She tilted her head and caught the austere man's eye. "What are you drinking?" she asked.
Snape looked around and seemed to be weighing two decisions when he gave up and mumbled, "I'll just come with you."
Hermione was taken aback and turned back to the bar after saying a quiet thank you that she was sure he didn't hear.
"Hello Dave," she said cheerily as they approached the bar.
"'Allo Miss Granger, where's your fellow tonight?" Hermione's face went red and she glanced at the Professor next to her who had raised his eyebrow in interest. To make matters worse Dave then said with a nod to Snape, "or have you moved on already?"
Hermione spluttered while Snape's eyebrow slammed back down and he begun to sneer at the bartender.
"Four butter beers, two fire whiskeys and a pumpkin brew please, Dave," said Hermione eventually.
"And for you, Professor?" Dave asked Snape.
"Just two of the usual."
Hermione watched with interest as Dave reached into a cabinet under the bar and pulled out a 70cl of jameson and a bottle of coke. She turned to Snape in surprise but he was looking resolutely at Dave. She wondered how Snape had persuaded a wizard to sell a muggle drink on the down low, but one look at his stony face showed that he would never tell her. She bit her lip and thought of something to say just to fill the silence; it was a rather long order.
"You must come here often then." It wasn't a question but it sounded like it and she flinched when he answered with a tersely spoken, "obviously."
She heard him sigh and reach for his now filled drink. "This pub is connected to the floo in the Hog's Head. David is a muggleborn and agreed to sell me muggle drinks as long as I don't advertise it to the population." He leaned back against the bar and stretched out his long black clad legs in front of him. He seemed more relaxed now that he had a drink in his hands.
"You don't like firewhiskey?" she asked, surprised; he seemed like the kind of man to nurse a bottle of firewhiskey on a nightly basis.
"Quite the contrary; but I make a note not to drink it with company." He sneered when he saw her confused expression and looked firmly at his feet when he added, "wizarding alcohol goes straight to my head."
She laughed and reached for the orange drink that Dave had just put in front of her, "We have that in common."
"What is that?" he asked brusqly, giving off an air that he didn't care at all.
"Pumpkin brew; It tastes just like vodka and orange juice. I, like you, prefer muggle drinks." She noticed that he was watching her as she took a drink from the glass and asked politely, "would you like to try it?"
He seemed taken aback and stared into her eyes for lot longer than necessary before hesitantly nodding. Hermione would have laughed at his odd behaviour if it as anyone else; but this was Professor Snape, it would have been odd if he wasn't odd. She placed the glass in his free hand and noticed how calloused his hands were as he stared into the light orange liquid. She took the opportunity to study his form; he was dressed in black slacks, a black waistcoat and a white shirt with a black cravat and a high collar to hide the scars that she knew was there. His black hair was as greasy as ever but it was tied back with a brown leather band that stood out and she was surprised at how casual he looked, even with a cravat. Hermione was actually surprised that he was even there.
He had been coming to the order gatherings every Friday since the end of the war with Minerva, but Hermione bet a galleon that he would turn down the invitation to celebrate Harry and Ron's success in passing the entrance exam to the Auror Academy. Ginny had gleefully accepted that galleon when Harry sent a patronus with the names of all the guests.
Snape lowered the glass from his wet lips and grimaced as he nodded, "vodka."
"You don't like vodka?" she asked as she took the glass from him and their hands touched again.
"It tastes like nail varnish remover and bleach" he stated in a deep voice. Hermione wondered how he would know what those tasted like but her thoughts were interrupted by Dave's voice saying that the drinks were ready. Hermione payed for all the drinks and levitated the trays of drinks towards the large table in the corner.
"You didn't have to do that," Snape said as he walked back with her carrying two Jameson and cokes.
"It's alright, Professor. You can buy my next one."
The only free seat was next to the two Professors at the end of the table directly opposite from Harry.
"Where's George," Hermione asked as she slid into his abandoned seat.
"He went home; didn't feel well," Ron said with a dark look.
Hermione nodded in understanding; George still wasn't the same after Fred's death.
"How is your studying going, Hermione?"
Professor McGonagall leaned across Snape to talk to her most prized pupil. Hermione loved talking to Minerva, as she was now allowed to call her after making the decision to take her newts at Christmas under independent study.
"I actually had a question about the theory of Metamorphing while in animagus form."
Minerva's eyes lit up as Hermione spoke. "Finally, another intellectual being! I was becoming bored with Severus' sullen debates," she said with a wink.
Snape scoffed and subtlety passed the second glass of his special drink to his colleague next to him as she launched into a well-informed argument on the merits of being an animagus.
Five minutes later Ginny stood up to get another round and came back carrying a tray of Dragon shots. "Drink up!"
"What are they?" asked Hermione.
"Shots," said Ron like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Why are they called Dragon shots?" asked Harry, eyeing the sparkling purple glasses warily.
"You'll see," said Ginny with a gleam in her eye "Are ye ready, Professors?"
Snape looked about ready to leave as he was handed a purple shot but McGonagall spoke before he could comment. "If you youngsters are under the delusion that ye will able to out drink me, ye are severely mistaken," she said in her Scottish brogue. "Pass over those shots Miss Weasley!"
The people around eyed their past teachers speculatively, but everyone took their glass in their hand. "On the count of three!" Ginny shouted. "One!"
Hermione eyed the shot warily and saw Snape doing the same out of the corner of her eye. "After this I'm going to check in what you owe me and order another brew on your tab," she said cheekily. At first, he seemed taken aback but then smirked at her in a way that wasn't nasty at all and made her take in a deep breath.
"Two!"
"It would be an honour, Miss Granger," he said while looking into her eyes.
"Three!" The two maintained eye contact while they downed the fizzing purple concoction that buzzed on the way down. Hermione was hit with a sensation akin to the one that someone feels just as a plane takes off. It felt like the wind had swallowed her whole and for a minute, she was flying, but she never left her seat, and she was still looking at her Professor. His pupils had dilated and she knew that he felt it too. It was weird.
"Wow!" Harry exclaimed as he looked down at his feet on the floor. "I was expecting fire but that so much better! It was flying without broom!"
Ginny laughed at her boyfriend's innocence and finished the rest of her firewhiskey. "Well, Professor, what's next?" Ginny's tone seemed to suggest a challenge and McGonagall huffed and sent a patronus to the bar. "Miss Weasley, I fear you shall regret this in the morning."
Dave walked over carrying a tray with shot glasses filled with a pink liquid in the bottom half and a green liquid on top of that. As Hermione looked closer she saw that there was an occasional yellow flash in the shots just where the two colours met; like fireworks. Minerva waved her wand and suddenly there was a shot in front of everyone at the table. "I give you, Wonder Potion," she exclaimed with a flourish and Hermione laughed out loud when the Professor next to her rolled his eyes.
"It appears your drink will have to wait, Miss Granger." He smirked and picked up his shot as Minerva shouted, "one!"
"Hermione," she said lightly.
"What?"
"Two!"
"We're drinking together, Professor, I believe that we can drop the formalities tonight," she smiled at him.
"Three!" Hermione took her shot first and the sensation hit her like a train. It tasted divine, like lime and strawberry on a sugar pastry with lemonade, but then her head began to spin and bubbles erupted in her throat. She was left with a feeling of floating among the clouds and knew that she was drunk.
Snape was watching her and she noticed the still full shot in his hand. "Come on, drink up!" she said as Ron and Ginny argued about what the next round should be. The Professor took the shot quickly and Hermione had the pleasure of seeing him blink in surprise and then open his mouth with a very vacant expression that she could see clearly as his hair as pulled back from his face. "Wow," he said quietly, but she still heard him.
"I know," she agreed. "I feel very out of my depth already."
"Wizards," he said with an eye roll that said that that explained everything just fine.
"I always forget you're a half-blood," she laughed.
"Why?" he said with an open expression that she had never seen on him before. It struck her then that, he had been steadily drinking for an hour before she arrived and very well might already be drunk.
"I don't know," she said while looking into his black eyes.
"One!" Ron shouted and Hermione startled, looking down at the light blue shot in front of her.
"Did you hear the name of this one?" she muttered.
"Two!"
"No and I'm rather glad I didn't," he said as he picked it up. "Why do they all have to be so damn colourful?"
Hermione laughed and clinked the edge of her glass with his as Ron shouted, "three!"
This one tasted like blueberry sherbet and ice cream' it didn't come with a great kick but it caused a light buzzing sensation everywhere. Each one of her muscles screamed at her to do something. Dance, drink, eat, move, fuck.
"Hmm," Minerva hummed in approval, "good choice. Any ideas for the next one, Severus?"
All eyes turned to Snape and he squirmed under all the attention. "I seem to be blank at the moment." His face flushed and he tilted his head down in a movement that seemed regular for him, yet it did nothing to hide him as his hair was tied back from his face. Hermione took pity on him and stood up. "I'll go!" The world spun and she would have fallen but she placed her hand on the Potion's Master's shoulder for balance.
"Are you sure, 'Mione? Maybe someone should go with you," Ginny suggested.
"I'll go. I have to relieve myself anyway."
Hermione smiled as the Professor offered her his arm and walked her towards the bar. "Why are you wearing those shoes in the first place?" he asked her as she hung from the right of his body
"'Cause they're cute," she said simply.
"That they are," he said without really thinking and Hermione smiled up at him.
"You think so?"
He looked down at her in her little black dress with the scooping neckline that showed just a bit of cleavage and had sequins on the straps. Her shoes were black high heels with diamonds on the heels and did wonders to highlight her calves while giving her some well-needed height as well.
"You look beautiful," he said and she smiled even wider. Dave ruined the moment by coughing loudly.
"Oh, yes. Can you recommend a shot for us? We're not well versed in wizarding alcohol you see," Hermione said with a smile and her hand on the bar.
Dave smiled a toothy grin and tucked one of his dirty grey curls behind his ear. "A tray of Elements coming up."
"Elements?" Hermione asked. "I wonder what they do."
"I wouldn't know," Snape said and placed his hand on her back as she stumbled again.
"Thank you."
He coughed uncomfortably and changed the subject, keeping his hand where it was. "Why were you really late?" He laughed at her shocked expression and stepped closer to her pinning her against a bar stool. "Come now, Miss Granger, I was your teacher for six years, I know when you're lying."
"Hermione," she reminded him and placed her hands on his forearms as he stepped even closer. "I was on a date before I came here." He stepped back from as if she burned him and his face became stony. "It was only our second date," she rushed to explain, though she didn't know why. For some reason she felt like she had to justify herself to him.
"Only?" he asked indifferently.
"Yes, we haven't even, you know," she said with a blush.
"Has he kissed you?" he asked suddenly and Hermione looked at him in surprise.
"I- yes, he has. He kissed me before I came here."
"Was it a nice kiss?" Snape asked nastily. "Did he make you quiver with lust from just one kiss?" he stepped closer to her again and wrapped his arms around her waist. "I could," he whispered huskily in her ear and she felt his hot breath down her neck.
"There you go, Miss Granger." Dave smirked as Severus grabbed the tray and walked grumpily back to the table, leaving Hermione by the bar.
"Good luck with that one," said Dave with a knowing smile.
Hermione slid into The Professor's seat next to Minerva as he used the loo and asked where her shot was. "Severus took it, he said you didn't want it," said Minerva as she downed hers.
"I hope they play some music," said Neville with a nervous glance towards Luna next to him. Hermione stared in wonder at Neville who seemed to be the most sober out of all of them even though he was drinking just as much. He was solid in his chair whereas Harry at the head of the table was practically falling off his seat with every breath. She was thankful she wasn't that drunk yet. Maybe it was a good thing The Professor took her shot, although he didn't seem much better.
Neville smiled wildly as an old stereo began to play music from the wall and Luna clapped her hands together. They nearly knocked Professor Snape over as they ran onto the dancefloor. The man looked after them with interest and then turned back to the table. "Would you like to dance?" he asked Hermione stiffly, in front of everyone. Harry began to laugh and McGonagall rolled her eyes while Ron's ears turned red and Ginny's jaw dropped.
"Sure," she said stupidly and stood up, "thanks."
He took her hand and led onto the floor in a very formal ballroom hold. She laughed and stepped closer to him, slipping a hand around his neck and forcing him to loosen his hold.
"Relax, Professor."
"Severus," he coughed.
"Severus," she said slowly as she looked into his drunk hazed eyes that swallowed her whole. "You don't do this much, do you?" she asked lightly as she laid a head on his shoulder and he wrapped an arm around her waist.
"No," he said quietly.
"Why not?"
"I'm rarely this drunk in front of other people," he said bluntly and she laughed at his serious tone, knowing it to be true. She had to laugh because she worried she would get sad if she thought about it for too long.
"What about you? Do you do this often?" he asked lightly.
She scoffed. "I've had two dates that both went horribly with the same man because I thought everyone deserved a second chance. What does that say about me?"
"That you need to find another man," he said effortlessly and spun them in a circle. They looked at each other until the song ended and then walked back to the table to sit with Minerva and Ron, Harry and Ginny had gone dancing with the other couple.
"Send a patronus to the bar, Minerva."
"I don't know, Severus, it's getting busy. You might have to go up yourself."
"I'll do it," Ron said sullenly and left.
"What's wrong with Ron?" asked Hermione when they sat down together.
"I believe he's jealous," said Minerva slyly as she took some peanuts from a bowl in the centre of the table.
Snape straightened up in his seat and smirked at Hermione next to him. He had the unmistakeable grin of the cat who got the canary.
"You're despicable!" Hermione laughed. To her surprise her laughter was met by a deep chuckle that came from the man next to her and she turned to see him laugh out loud. She was struck by how much better he looked when he smiled; his black eyes lit up and turned welcoming and a healthy red flushed his pale face. He looked younger.
Ron came back to the table with four fire whiskeys and sat on the other side of Hermione after everyone had one. "When are your final exams, 'Mione?"
"Christmas, I'll have to stay in Hogwarts and take them there because the ministry is too busy with post war affairs apparently."
"You're welcome anytime, Hermione."
"Thank you, Headmistress."
"Come now, I've told you many a time to call me Minerva and if you're to be staying for the holidays then we must be on friendlier terms." Minerva winked at Hermione and downed her glass in one and Ron looked at her in awe."That's it for me I'm afraid. I must be getting back to the school."
Snape sighed next to her and got up as well. "I should probably get back to," he said.
"Stay," Hermione said without really thinking and turned to him with a look of surprise that almost matched his own.
"Yes, there's no need, Severus, it's a Friday night and I'm a big girl! I can look after myself."
"I'd feel better if I knew someone was with you," the Professor said still standing.
"I'll take you back, Headmistress," Ron grumbled, "it's not like I'm wanted here anyway."
"Thank you, Mr Weasley," Severus said as he sat back down next to Hermione.
"Then there were two," she said with a smile.
"Not exactly," he corrected with a nod towards the dancefloor where Harry, Ginny and Neville could be seen dancing wildly.
"Oh," she muttered and was puzzled at the sense of disappointment running through her. He turned towards her with a smirk that looked almost dangerous.
"Did you know that you are one of five to return to Hogwarts in order to take you NEWTS?"
"No, I didn't know that," Hermione smiled back at him and was struck once more by how different he looked.
"Hmm, I believe you'll do great things, Miss Granger," he muttered quietly, almost to himself, and Hermione wondered if he was so drunk that she forgot she was there.
She raised her chin and looked him in the eye, trying to figure out if he was being serious or not. When she found no trace of mockery she felt a tingle of satisfaction for finally achieving his approval, which was slightly sad after she thought about it.
"Hey, 'Mione this music is great!" Harry bounded into the chair that Ron had just left with Ginny on his lap.
"Um, yeah , it's great, Harry."
"God, I'm starving," said Neville as he sat at the table, "but what can you eat at this time of night?"
"Chipper."
"Chipper."
All heads turned to Hermione and Severus who had answered the question like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"What?" she asked defensively. "There's nothing better than eating a bag of chips with a can of coke on the way home from a pub."
"Or a snackbox," Snape added.
"Hmm, fish and chips," Hermione said with a wistful smile.
"A quarter pounder."
"Onion rings."
"Alright we get it! Muggles can make nice food!" Ginny laughed when Neville jumped and she downed Ron's abandoned fire whiskey. "We best be off, I'll see you next week 'Mione, Professor. You guys have fun at this Chip Err." She grabbed Neville and Harry by the arm and walked out of the pub. Luna had obviously been gone for a while.
"And then there were two," Hermione said lowly.
"Yes," he agreed with a smirk that promised more and Hermione was definite that if she had just one more drink, then she would be sure to accept whatever he offered.
Her back slammed into the wall of the alley by his house. "I thought we were going to, uh, Hogwarts," she panted as he licked and sucked her neck with a desperation that she had never seen on him before.
"I would never," he paused to plant a wet kiss on the other side of her neck, "hear the end," he groaned and bit down on the skin, "of it from Minerva," he abandoned her neck to look at her face, "if she saw us."
Hermione smiled and dragged his face down to her level to capture his already swollen lips with her own. She loved kissing him; he was just so good at it. Their tongues slid and glided and fought in a fight that was unfamiliar to them; they weren't used to kissing each other; yet.
She slid her hands into his hair and took out the brown leather tie, letting his black locks float into their faces. She touched it hungrily. "I've always wanted to touch your hair," she breathed in between kisses.
Severus groaned and reached down to lift her up against the wall by her buttocks. She wrapped her legs around his waist and felt his erection pressing against her. It felt big and hot and hard and Hermione nearly squealed in delight when she felt it. It had been so long since she'd been with a man. And this wasn't just any man. This was the man.
He grinded against her and stars flashed behind her eyes. She was more than willing to be taken right there in a piss soaked alley in God knows where but then he muttered, "bed," in a low, lust filled voice that flowed like petals on water and she groaned in approval.
She didn't know how they made it to a bedroom, one minute they were grinding against each other in an alley and the next minute, they were in a darkened room on a soft, blue bed with his erection still pressed against her. He didn't even pause in his kiss as he apparated them through his wards and his display of magical superiority only served to arouse her further.
"Oh, Professor," she groaned loudly as he palmed her breast through the fabric of her dress. She had moaned his title by mistake and realised that teaching was probably the last thing he wanted to be reminded of right now. She kicked off her shoes and moved her hands to his chest to unbutton his waistcoat, but he stopped them and suddenly became very still.
"Miss-Hermione, you need to know that, I'm not, I don't look," he tilted his head down and his black hair fell in his face hiding him from her. She couldn't have that and moved under him to grasp his face in her hands, tucking his hair behind his ears. The alcohol was still warm in her throat and he looked slightly blurry every time she moved but, Christ, he was a beautiful blur.
"I don't care, Severus," she said staring into his eyes. "I have scars too," she kissed his lips and continued to unbutton his waistcoat. "I think you're beautiful," she whispered and swallowed his protests as she started to unbutton his shirt. Her hands landed on his pale, warm chest and she felt wiry muscles move beneath her fingers as he started to kiss her back.
Hermione observed him as he took off the rest of his clothing; he had sparse black hairs on his chest and a multitude of scars, the worst of which were on his neck and looked barely healed. She kissed those first. He lay beneath her as she kissed every one of his marks, including the grey one of his left forearm. After, when she was done, he turned them over and bathed her in his tongue, washing away any harm that people had inflicted on her before, until she was quivering ball of need, writhing under his lithe body.
His hair fell into her face when he first moved inside her and she ignored it by biting down on his lower lip and then suckling on it like a young babe. Their hips moved in an unpractised rhythm but they soon learned what the other liked. He would groan if she squeezed him within her before he thrusted again. She would sigh his Christian name if he rolled his hips and grinded against her pubic bone.
"Oh," he sighed against her ear and felt her nails scrape down his back as she arched into him. She clenched around him with a rush of fluids and screamed his name; his real name, not his title.
He shouted as he came in a torrent of profanities. It had been so long since he'd been with a woman. Severus collapsed on top of her soft body and melted into her curves. Somewhere in his drink muddled brain he knew that he was crushing her but she didn't seem to mind and he didn't want to leave her body just yet.
Hermione held her ex-teacher in the cradle of her thighs as they panted in unison she drew patterns in the sweat of his back. Distantly, he recognised that they were runes. When his sweat cooled and he began to grow cold he waved his hand and silently scourgified both them and the bed. He crawled next to her and dragged his midnight blue duvet over them and he wondered if they should cuddle or something like that. Women seem to like that kind of thing.
The question was answered for him as Hermione scooted closer to his naked body and rested her head on his right shoulder. However, the contact wasn't enough for him and he turned to hold her fully; chest against chest. It wasn't exactly comfortable but Severus was more than content as he held her warm and soft body closer to him.
They were both asleep in seconds.
Hermione woke with the worst headache she had ever had and a stinging pain behind her eyes as she tried to open them. Sunlight winked at her from tattered grey curtains and she guessed that it was late morning but she had no intentions of getting up. She was warm and tired and pleasantly sore. Wait…. Her blanket moved suddenly and the arm around her waist moved to touch her breast lightly before falling back down to her abdomen. Hermione screamed.
Severus woke to hear the woman in his arms scream and he opened his eyes to see a very naked Hermione Granger staring at him with wide brown eyes. His head was pounding and he felt sick, he couldn't think of anything to say other than, "fuck."
Surprisingly, she smiled shyly at him and flopped down against the pillows. He tried not to notice the way her breasts bounced but the action was as futile as it was to try to not be disappointed when she covered her body with the duvet. "My sentiments exactly," she said with closed eyes.
Flashbacks to last night flooded his mind and he really didn't know what to say. He could do nothing except summon two hangover reliefs and a contraceptive from his bathroom.
"Are you going to sit there staring at the wall all morning or what?"
Severus looked back at the chit next to him but she still hadn't opened her eyes. She seemed to be taking being fucked by her Potions Professor rather well. A memory of her whispering words of beauty across his naked skin came to the forefront of his mind but he banished the thought back to where it came. The potions landed in his hand and he handed them to her, not caring if she even took them or not.
"Thank you," she said and placed the empties on the locker next to the bed. She flopped back down and buried further into the quilt once more. He was tempted to join her and his traitorous mind whispered that there was no reason why he shouldn't. Why shouldn't he lay with her? Even so, he tilted back down to the space he had just vacated moments before slowly and hesitantly laid on his back, with one hand behind his head. Granger was lying on her left side watching him watch the ceiling.
"What?" he snapped.
When she didn't answer he turned to look at her biting her lip and smiling at him stupidly. He snorted in a rather unattractive way but he supposed she was right; it was rather funny.
"You have to admit, it was rather fun," she said cheekily, still on her side looking at him in profile.
Severus nodded slowly with raised eyebrows and said, "that it was." He couldn't remember bits of the night before but flashes of naked skin in the dark and phantom feelings of pleasure were still fresh in his mind. He settled further into the warm sheets with the firm thought that he hadn't felt this sated in a long time. He turned to lay on his right side and looked into her eyes.
Hermione gazed at him with fresh eyes and studied the hook in his large nose and his chiselled jaw, she could see that his stubble was coming through. He wasn't as handsome as last night when her mind was clouded, but somehow, she couldn't compare the naked man in front of her with the Professor Snape of her childhood.
"I should probably feel guiltier than I actually do." As soon as he said it he wished he didn't. Why did he say something like that? It wasn't up to him to fill the silence. Was it?
Hermione smiled at him. "I'm not your student anymore, Severus." His name fell from her lips easily and she remembered screaming it in pleasure last night and blushed.
"Thank Gods for that," he mumbled warily. He was trying to figure out what she wanted. Everyone wanted something from him but it looked like all she wanted to do was have a lie-in with him. He didn't know what to do or what he was allowed to do. He wanted to touch her again and remember every detail this time, but would she be okay with that? He reached out and hesitantly put a hand on her hip just by the dip of her waist. She smiled at him.
"Do you have to go back to the school?" she asked slyly while moving closer to his body. He was suddenly very aware of her presence and its influence on his morning arousal that was never this active before today, despite both of their morning breath.
"Not if I don't want to." He moved his arm to her waist as she moved even closer.
"Do you want to?" she whispered against his lips.
"Gods, no," he closed his eyes and gave into temptation as he climbed over her body and captured her lips with his own again and again. Severus re-explored her body in the morning light and gave her two orgasms before finally succumbing to desire himself.
It was slower and more hesitant this time with no mad lunging for each other or whispered words of sweet things. She noticed that neither of them gasped the others name this time; it was just pleasure filled words of 'yes' and 'right there' or 'more'. They did not look each other in the eye and instead, kissed each other's necks.
He moved off her as soon as he collapsed and laid next to her gasping for air. "I think we're rather good at that," she panted and he laughed in agreement. It was a nice sound and Hermione noticed that it made him look younger when he smiled.
He ran a hand through his hair and grimaced. "I can't wait to shower," he mumbled and turned to her to say that his shower was big enough for two, but her back was turned to him and she was sitting up in bed.
"What are you doing?" he asked casually as he rolled into the spot of warmth that she had just left. It was slick with their mingled sweat but he didn't have the heart to scourgify it yet.
"I'm getting dressed," she laughed like it was obvious and threw him a smile over her shoulder. He watched as she shimmied into her little black dress without bothering to put on her bra. "I'm meeting Ginny for lunch in Diagon Alley at half two."
For some reason he felt… angry, disappointed. He knew it was illogical for her to stay but he had thought that he could show off and make her breakfast or… something. Now, she wanted to leave like it was nothing.
"When will I see you again?" The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them, but he desperately wanted to know. She couldn't just leave, not after last night, not after this morning. There wasn't such a thing as a one night stand in the wizarding world.
"Friday, I presume," she said with a smile and all Severus could think was that she used him, a quick fuck to replace the witless wonder she was currently dating. Whoever that stupid prick was.
She kneeled onto the bed fully dressed with a flushed face, swollen lips and wild hair and Severus couldn't help but be aroused. Again. She pushed back against his scarred chest that he suddenly felt so conscious about and pushed him to lay back into the bed.
"It's okay," she said with a smile, "you don't have to get up, I'll see myself out." The smile stayed on her face as she caressed his hair with her hand and he was even more conscious of the grease that he knew was there. He tried to glare at her, to tell her to stop and just leave, leave like everyone else had; but he didn't. He tried, but he couldn't.
Hermione bent her head to kiss him and was surprised when he plunged his hands into her rat's nest and plundered her mouth with his tongue. His mouth was wet and warm and, Christ, the man could kiss. Hermione sighed into his mouth and slowly gentled the kiss until she was backing away. "Thank you for last night. I'll see you on Friday, yeah?"
He couldn't speak so he just nodded. She didn't even know how much she was hurting him in that moment. Hermione smiled at him and kissed him once more before standing up from the bed and spinning on her heel. Severus was a second away from telling her that she couldn't apparate through his wards but then she was gone.
Drunk Severus obviously thought it would be an excellent idea to add her to his wards.
"Fuck!" He flopped down into his bed that now smelled of sex and almond shampoo and continued to curse. Of course she had thought it was just casual; she was young! But Severus had woken up with his arms full of young, supple flesh and the next thing he knew he was having sex with an energetic beautiful woman and he never wanted it to end.
His old, obsessing heart had latched onto her affection like a leech and hoped to never let go.
He thought back to the days when he would follow Lily around and carry her books. The little voice in his head reminded him that Lily never had sex with him or called him beautiful or wanted to touch his hair but he did his level best to ignore it. He had other problems; like how soon he was going to burn these sheets to ash.
"Tell me everything." Ginny sat at their usual table in a small coffee shop called Olympus and she was reading the Daily Prophet with more interest than Hermione had seen in a long while.
"About what?" the brown haired witch asked as she beckoned for a waiter to bring her whatever Ginny was having.
"About this!" Ginny shouted and waved the newspaper under Hermione's nose. Hermione sighed and took the gossip rag from her friend only to feel her blood run cold as she looked at the front page in shock.
It was her. Her and Severus; they were sitting at that table in the bar last night. Hermione watched as Severus smoothly took her glass from her hand and slid next to her to kiss her soundly. The picture clearly showed that this was their first kiss of the night as the Hermione in the picture stayed with her eyes open in shock for a second before she closed them and visibly melted against the wizard. His hair was tied back but there was no mistaking that it was Severus Snape and Hermione Granger kissing vigorously on the front page of the Prophet. She gasped and looked at the headline in shock; 'Snapped with Snape.' There were more pictures on page five apparently.
Hermione nearly fainted as she saw two more pictures of herself and Severus in varying states of arousal and drunkenness. There was an awful picture of her stumbling into his chest and reaching blindly to his face for a sloppy kiss. It was very unattractive and Hermione groaned.
"I can explain," she said in small voice as Ginny raised her eyebrows.
"Merlin's balls" Ginny exclaimed after Hermione told her everything. "So you shagged him this morning as well? How was it?"
"Amazing," Hermione said guiltily. "The best sex I've ever had considering the only other person I've been with is Ron and you remember how well that turned out!"
"Did you- you know?"
"Three times."
"Shut the front door! Snape made you come three times when he was pissed out of his mind!?" Ginny's jaw dropped in shock as she stared at Hermione.
"Well technically it was once last night and twice this morning." Hermione dropped her head into her hands and prayed to be swallowed by a hole. How was she going to explain this to Minerva? Had he seen the paper yet?
"I must admit, I'm impressed. To be fair, he was looking well last night. Oh my Merlin I completely forgot about your date with Rick!"
"Fuck my life," Hermione mumbled through her fingers. "It was just as horrible as the first except this time I only had a glass of red and got all dressed up for nothing."
"Not for nothing, Snape seemed to like it," Ginny snickered.
"Yeah, well, the meathead Auror was more interested in trying to get quidditch scores."
"There must be something you liked about him; he can't be a total idiot if Minerva hired him and you went out with him twice!"
"Only because I wanted a shag! My God that makes me sound so callous and shallow but I'm really just not looking for something serious at the moment. That's why Severus was just so perfect; it was just a one night, casual thing."
Ginny frowned in thought and gestured at the paper, "does the Professor know that though?"
"Of course he does," Hermione said quickly. She remembered when his face changed after she told him she was leaving and how desperate his kisses were after. "He does," she said again, more unsure this time, "doesn't he?"
Ginny shrugged and sipped at her tea. "I would say that if he didn't, he does now."